Colossal

Colossal

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Nacho Vigalondo has a knack for making movies that feel simultaneously apiece of their attendant genres while flush with mordant, if not schizoid, self-awareness. So it goes with Colossal, which stars Anne Hathaway as Gloria, an alcoholic writer who somehow finds herself telepathically linked to a scaly monster on the other side of the world, laying waste to Seoul and killing hundreds of innocents during one blacked-out evening.

Gloria has relocated to her tiny hometown after bottoming out in her posh New York life (SoHo apartment, Brit boyfriend, infinite chances to screw up), putting her childhood friend, Oscar (Jason Sudeikis), in position to help her get things back in order again—and, predictably, make good on his unconsummated lifelong crush. After she’s shared her secret with him, he steps onto the same patch of earth (an innocuous playground) and finds himself controlling a towering kaiju right beside her. For much of Colossal’s runtime, the symbolism is irresistible: Vigalondo archly deploys a bogus premise to interrogate alcoholism and entitlement, making the monster and robot into stand-ins for the long post-9/11 hangover of the American id.

Wracked with guilt over the mass slaughters, Gloria manages to take control of the monster, even kneeling down to scrawl an apology in the South Korean ground. But Oscar—increasingly possessive after providing her a job at his bar, only to see her hook up with one of his best friends—begins to use the threat of a giant robot attack to keep Gloria in line, while the rest of the world can only react hysterically to the towering duo’s every appearance.

This is where Colossal jackknifes from a high-concept goofy comedy into a higher-concept psychodrama, Hathaway blending callousness and vulnerability against Sudeikis’s curdled nice-guy instability. There’s something admirable about the way Vigalondo’s screenplay plunges head-first into this murk: Oscar’s bitterness about the way his life has turned out is a legitimately unsettling switch from Colossal’s prior nudge-nudging, even if less canny viewers will inevitably wonder why Gloria didn’t just stay away from the park after figuring out the cause of the monster’s first freak appearance.

Despite its feminist topicality and estimable star power and production value, Colossal is stuck on Hollywood’s outside looking in: The South Korea set pieces allow Vigalondo to send up the steroidal tent-pole aesthetic with which the film would, presumably, be competing in wide release. That the screaming, running South Korean masses are but a backdrop for Gloria’s self-rehabilitation is one of the less-considered aspects about Vigalondo’s screenplay, yet still nothing compared to the casual racism of Michael Bay or Roland Emmerich’s visions of apocalypse.

When the film’s whirligig plotline goes off-rail in the heady final act, Oscar and Gloria’s origin story bends over backward to justify a magical-realist conceit that was more fun without explanation. Those who step into Colossal unaware of where it’s taking them will be nothing if not surprised. But despite, or perhaps because of, these refreshing quirks of character, the film probably assumes more patience of its audience than it can possibly reward.

Image/Sound

Occasionally, there's some mild blurriness with the blacks, but this is generally a sharp and highly detailed image. Facial textures are front and center, which is somewhat unusual for a mainstream American film, showcasing flustered hair and reddish skin tones as triggered by nights of long drinking. Backgrounds are vivid, particularly in the protagonist's family home, which is defined by memorably subtle shades of autumnal brown. A barroom setting is also well-served by this transfer, most clearly in the prisms of light reflecting off of the signs and bottles. The soundtrack is sturdy, with a clean sense of depth and strong bass. Colossal was made with care, and this home-video edition honors its sense of intimate yet grand craftsmanship.

Extras

One deleted scene, which is almost identical to a scene that's already in the film. Otherwise, zilch.

Overall

This neurotic psychodrama in monster-movie clothing is accorded a deservedly top-notch A/V presentation. Just don't look for anything in the way of supplements.

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Specifications
  • Blu-ray Disc| DVD-Video
  • Two-Disc Set
  • Dual-Layer Discs
  • Region A | Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 2.40:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 5.1 Surround [DVD]
  • DTS
  • English 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio Surround [BD]
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English SDH
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • French Canadian Subtitles
  • Special Features
    Deleted Scene
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    Release Date
    August 1, 2017
    Distributor
    Universal Studios Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    110 min
    Rating
    R
    Year
    2016
    Director
    Nacho Vigalondo
    Screenwriter
    Nacho Vigalondo
    Cast
    Anne Hathaway, Jason Sudeikis, Dan Stevens, Tim Blake Nelson, Austin Stowell, Agam Darshi, Rukiya Bernard, Hannah Cheramy